Warning: Spoilers for Cassandra Clare's Mortal Instuments series may follow, though according to my husband, it's not a spoiler because anything could still happen!
So, despite my best intentions to dive into some genre literature instead of more YA, I accidentally read City of Bone by Cassandra Clare while on a business trip. Which led to me selecting City of Ashes for our camping trip last weekend, and encouraging M.J. to read City of Bones (which he wasn't excited about, just like our camping trip, and we all now how that turned out - he's now reading the second book).
Today in Target was my first chance to get the third and final book in the trilogy, City of Glass. Now, if you didn't know, the books revolve around a girl, Clary, who meets a boy named Jace who is a Shadowhunter - a demon hunter - and discovers that she's also a Shadowhunter. Because she's related to Jace. Who she is now in love with.
Yeah, Luke and Leia style. Only Jace and Clary have a lot more chemistry. The books have a great plot, but it's the whole frustrated-love-because-holy-crap-incest that has me rushing to find out how the story ends.
So M.J. takes the book off the shelf at Target today, flips it open to the end, and reads one random sentence aloud, without reading it to himself first.
"Valentine lied - Jace and Clary were never brother and sister."
I sputtered for a minute, shocked.
"Oh. I can't believe I just read that. Oops. Well, it's an isolated sentence; it's not necessarily true - there's no knowing how the story ends. I didn't just ruin the end of the trilogy for you. Really."
Yeah. And the man still thinks I should bake him cookies this week, can you believe that?
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